I met these guys and they were all like my father.
Not in way of looks but in way of life.
Some were short some were tall, some were skinny , some were not.
Some were white and some were black.
Some were handsome, some were not
But they were all my father.
I met one who used me
I met one who guilt tripped me into having sex
I met one who threatened to kill me
I met one who left me in my darkest hour
I met one who humiliated me
And I met one who treated me as if I was a trophy.
They were all abusive.
They were all my father.
They were all my mother
I met a guy who was alright
He wasn’t perfect but he was alright.
He told me he was honest, but all I saw was my father.
He was nice to me, but all I saw was my father.
He cared about me, but all I saw was my father.
He said he would never hurt me, but all I felt was my father
I pushed him away and insulted him. I became my mother
I picked on his weak spots and I became my father.
I drank, and I became my mother
I was cruel and I became both parents.
I cried and I became nobody.